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Everything was fading. Bastele could barely see the crumbling halls of the Galactic Congress as he stumbled through them. His face was shredded, his insides hanging out; the grenade had hit its mark. He clutched his bloody side as he tried to walk through, as the halls faded in and out between visible and complete darkness. He had to make it these few last steps.
After what seemed like a lifetime, with his own flashing before his eyes—the idealist he started his career as, the beginnings of the war, his election to Chief of State, his failures—he approached his own target. He could see it all, his entire life. He was reliving it all in an instant as he struggled to make it through the doorway of the communication center. What he had seen outside… a Sith warship was speeding towards the surface, towards the Jedi Temple, like a dagger falling down from the sky. He didn’t know why, or what the Sith’s goals were, but he knew those maneuvers on a warship were not normal. Something was about to happen.
Bastele leaned in on the computer consoles, typing in his secure passcodes in order to send a message across the HoloNet on all frequencies and all means of communication. The people had to know to leave Coruscant, or at least get a fighting chance to live. As he accessed the systems and the transmission was ready, he didn’t let fear get in the way. His injuries weren’t going to prevent him from giving this, his last act to the Alliance, in time to save as many as he could. If one act could atone for mistakes the cost the lives of trillions, he hoped this was it.
“This is Nathanaeu Bastele. A Sith warship is currently descending towards the Jedi Temple. I don’t know what the Sith are planning, but from the looks of it, it’s going to be terrible. If you can hear me, you need to evacuate or head underground now, at all costs. Coruscant is gone. The Alliance is falling. Save yourselves and may the Force be with you.”
He didn’t know how much of that went through. Either because of the chaos or a deliberate act by the Sith, the communications were functional but garbled. At least he did what he could, he thought to himself. At least he could try and find peace as he slid down from the console and everything started going black.
After what seemed like a lifetime, with his own flashing before his eyes—the idealist he started his career as, the beginnings of the war, his election to Chief of State, his failures—he approached his own target. He could see it all, his entire life. He was reliving it all in an instant as he struggled to make it through the doorway of the communication center. What he had seen outside… a Sith warship was speeding towards the surface, towards the Jedi Temple, like a dagger falling down from the sky. He didn’t know why, or what the Sith’s goals were, but he knew those maneuvers on a warship were not normal. Something was about to happen.
Bastele leaned in on the computer consoles, typing in his secure passcodes in order to send a message across the HoloNet on all frequencies and all means of communication. The people had to know to leave Coruscant, or at least get a fighting chance to live. As he accessed the systems and the transmission was ready, he didn’t let fear get in the way. His injuries weren’t going to prevent him from giving this, his last act to the Alliance, in time to save as many as he could. If one act could atone for mistakes the cost the lives of trillions, he hoped this was it.
“This is Nathanaeu Bastele. A Sith warship is currently descending towards the Jedi Temple. I don’t know what the Sith are planning, but from the looks of it, it’s going to be terrible. If you can hear me, you need to evacuate or head underground now, at all costs. Coruscant is gone. The Alliance is falling. Save yourselves and may the Force be with you.”
He didn’t know how much of that went through. Either because of the chaos or a deliberate act by the Sith, the communications were functional but garbled. At least he did what he could, he thought to himself. At least he could try and find peace as he slid down from the console and everything started going black.
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